Sweet dreams are made of these...

[thespaceopera]

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[deshabille]

[Though he's not focused on the mirror anymore, he might notice out of his peripheral vision that the reflection of the girl in the chair tips her head in the opposite direction from him, looking out in the direction of the window for a moment before the room - shifts, turns around as if on a lazy Susan. It's a bit of a Hollywood effect, really, like pressing a secret lever in a bookshelf to reveal another room: the chair turns, too, so that the ultimate dizzying result is the presentation of the rest of the room, which is no longer a bedroom but a bathroom.]

[There is a woman in the corner, standing over the claw-footed bathtub. She is taller, more statuesque, and less disgruntled than the girl in the mirror, but otherwise they look very similar, although her dress is a deep purple rather than pure black.]

[Somewhat predictably, there's a long line of something dark dripping from the rim of the tub onto the floor, making a thin staccato drumline in counterpoint to the thunder in the distance. After a few seconds, it becomes noticeable that the sound of blood spattering is getting louder - as, in fact, is the thunder, and the sound of the wind, and the brush of the curtains against each other as they billow.]

[What comes loudest of all is the woman's voice, silky and sweet and irritated all at once.]

Hurry up and get in. I don't have all night.

[electrostatics]

[ The spinning doesn't disorient him very much, but - is that bathtub full of blood? Really? It strikes him as a bit much.

But things are different, he supposes.

This woman wants the person he'd seen in the mirror, presumably, to get in. But from what little he'd paid attention to, the chains were binding them both there.

He tries to rise from the chair, as the sounds rise in volume. ]

[deshabille]

[Oh, and look at that - as he tries to rise, his bindings fall away, and there he goes. However, as it turns out, there's nowhere to go but straight ahead. Towards that bathtub full of blood, oh yes.]

[At least he can stop before climbing in if he wants to, although - it might be a bit strange. There's a voice that seems to be coming more or less out of his mouth, whether or not he chooses to open it himself; he can still speak, but it will come out in his voice, not this one, the sharp and pissy one, recognizable as Mal's but not as deep in pitch.]

I'm not doing this tonight. I'm doing literally anything else. Get out.

[And now you can see her, the owner of that other voice, tall and statuesque and wearing the expression that all mothers wear when confronted by their errant, disobedient children.]

You're doing it. You're doing it because you want to and you need to. Get in.

[electrostatics]

[ He bristles, at the woman before him, at her commanding voice; it wouldn't be inaccurate to say that he has bad experiences with such types of parents.

He's surprised, a little, at the fact that this seems to be Mal's - something. ]

Why? [ His voice comes out as clear; he stops, at least for the moment, delaying that experience of climbing in. ]

[deshabille]

Because you need it.

[Her lips twist, irritated - bored, too, as if she's done this so many times already and she cannot believe she's having to do it again.]

And because you want it. You want to be comfortable and full, not cranky and hungry. You want to let me take care of you. You want to do things as they ought to be done.

[The way she says it, it really does almost sound convincing.]

[electrostatics]

[ And Elecman is incredibly stubborn and contrary. It does sound convincing, but he doesn't move anyway, because he's being told to do the opposite of what he's doing. ]

Are you sure that's not what you want?